"Malice In The Palace" lyrics
Yeah
You already know what the fuck goin' on man
I ain't even gon' say-
Yeah
This shit ain't hard to see (Yeah)
All the real niggas locked up, we still want em' free
All the bad bitches heard about me, they be tryin' me (Yeah)
All I do is hit the bitch quick, I know she tired of me (Ooh)
When I was a kid wore True Religions on my robberies
I can't love no hoe, boy, that shit dead just like my heart don't beat (I swear to God)
Look inside my cup this bitch so thick it look like Ari' (Ooh)
All I do is drink lean and go shopping, my life boring
Lil' bitch, I got the stupid check, yeah, I'm retarded (Bee)
The hitters know I got a twenty strip for any murder (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'll have them boys put yo hat in the air, you would think it's Shmurda (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck how many tragedies happen, Imma get some money (I don't give a fuck, nigga)
I'm double cuppin' cream soda and the lemonade (Huh)
My twins gon' pop out cuban links and some tennis chains (You know that)
She tried to fuck two days in a row, I ain't feelin' it today (Never)
You knew me way back when, bitch, I'm different 'cause I'm paid (I'm rich)
You know, bitch, I'm a boss, you gotta be privileged in my space (Yeah)
My shorty like graffiti, but Givenchy spray paint (Shh)
It's like eight in the morning, I'm thinkin' bout sippin' me an eight
I'm cuddlin' Ben Franklin, all my bitches think I'm-
The fuck wrong with that bitch?
Yeah
I don't give a fuck, nigga
I'm a real player, don't ever forget that
Boy, you need to quit poppin' pills like they pimples (Stop)
I can whip a brick, mix the tape like a demo (Shh)
I could put you down, all you gotta do is listen (Put you down)
Money and these drugs, this shit gettin' to my mental (Yea)
I don't own that bitch she comin' back, it's a rental (She comin' back)
I lost a duece of Wock' three days ago, I still miss it
I put some cold game on that hoe, made her shiver (Ooh)
You know I'm wavy gang on that hoe, cry a river
I don't mean to brag yo' biggest dream, I done did it (Nigga)
When I go to sleep, nah, I don't dream cause I be livin' (Nigga)
I felt so much pain, painkillers don't even heal it (Huh)
I sip purple rain, but I'm a king, I ain't Prince (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm done measuring the lean, pour it in
I think this lil' bitch wanna fuck, she keep throwin' hints (Yeah)
A God up in the trenches speak on me, go repent
I'll have yo ass covered in white sheets, join the clan (Bow)
She can't even speak, bitch, blink twice if you wanna leave yo man
The nigga Veeze the worst, man, him and Hitler hand in hand
My sprite was clear, but I hate fishbowls, so I added tint
Imma have to squeeze my hand past twenty thousand to get some lint, lil nigga
You better know who the fuck you're talking to nigga
I'm rich as hell nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas man
You already know what the fuck goin' on man
I ain't even gon' say-
Yeah
This shit ain't hard to see (Yeah)
All the real niggas locked up, we still want em' free
All the bad bitches heard about me, they be tryin' me (Yeah)
All I do is hit the bitch quick, I know she tired of me (Ooh)
When I was a kid wore True Religions on my robberies
I can't love no hoe, boy, that shit dead just like my heart don't beat (I swear to God)
Look inside my cup this bitch so thick it look like Ari' (Ooh)
All I do is drink lean and go shopping, my life boring
Lil' bitch, I got the stupid check, yeah, I'm retarded (Bee)
The hitters know I got a twenty strip for any murder (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'll have them boys put yo hat in the air, you would think it's Shmurda (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck how many tragedies happen, Imma get some money (I don't give a fuck, nigga)
I'm double cuppin' cream soda and the lemonade (Huh)
My twins gon' pop out cuban links and some tennis chains (You know that)
She tried to fuck two days in a row, I ain't feelin' it today (Never)
You knew me way back when, bitch, I'm different 'cause I'm paid (I'm rich)
You know, bitch, I'm a boss, you gotta be privileged in my space (Yeah)
My shorty like graffiti, but Givenchy spray paint (Shh)
It's like eight in the morning, I'm thinkin' bout sippin' me an eight
I'm cuddlin' Ben Franklin, all my bitches think I'm-
The fuck wrong with that bitch?
Yeah
I don't give a fuck, nigga
I'm a real player, don't ever forget that
Boy, you need to quit poppin' pills like they pimples (Stop)
I can whip a brick, mix the tape like a demo (Shh)
I could put you down, all you gotta do is listen (Put you down)
Money and these drugs, this shit gettin' to my mental (Yea)
I don't own that bitch she comin' back, it's a rental (She comin' back)
I lost a duece of Wock' three days ago, I still miss it
I put some cold game on that hoe, made her shiver (Ooh)
You know I'm wavy gang on that hoe, cry a river
I don't mean to brag yo' biggest dream, I done did it (Nigga)
When I go to sleep, nah, I don't dream cause I be livin' (Nigga)
I felt so much pain, painkillers don't even heal it (Huh)
I sip purple rain, but I'm a king, I ain't Prince (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm done measuring the lean, pour it in
I think this lil' bitch wanna fuck, she keep throwin' hints (Yeah)
A God up in the trenches speak on me, go repent
I'll have yo ass covered in white sheets, join the clan (Bow)
She can't even speak, bitch, blink twice if you wanna leave yo man
The nigga Veeze the worst, man, him and Hitler hand in hand
My sprite was clear, but I hate fishbowls, so I added tint
Imma have to squeeze my hand past twenty thousand to get some lint, lil nigga
You better know who the fuck you're talking to nigga
I'm rich as hell nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas man
